Dead Seasons

December 3, 2008
By Liz Updegrove, Allentown, PA

feels like summer's on its way.1
it's mid november almost may.2
you and me playing near the bay3
wouldn't have it any other way.4

wish I could stay today5
but now I see it was never meant to be this way.6
delay your tears as I slowly walk away7
your body is like pray which gradually turns to decay.8

it's finally may9
but all I want is for it to go away10
you left me forever that day.11
killed yourself cause I couldn't stay.12

feels like winter's on it's way.
memories of may beginning to fade.
but still I lay, crying the nights away
wishing you'd come back today.

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This article has 5 comments.

Liz said...
on Dec. 12 2008 at 7:20 pm
thanks for your honesty on what you thought. :)

Liz said...
on Dec. 10 2008 at 3:01 pm I copied the poem from my other computer and it had numbers there and I didn't have the time to change it so they stayed

tweedle dee said...
on Dec. 10 2008 at 2:58 pm
AHHHHHHH... to many rhymes!!! did everything have to rhyme, it killed the meaning and my head.

VickyTCL said...
on Dec. 10 2008 at 3:24 am
That is really good...(: I'm just curious, do the numbers have anything to do with the poem?

on Dec. 9 2008 at 5:12 pm
i love this piece.. keep writing...


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